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Noah Rein Jul 2019
The emotions i hid
just beneath the surface
a sickness most cruel
that made me so nervous

i saw the emotions
in all its twisted glory
and i truly thought
that those were the masters of my story

It wasn’t that i disliked
the way that i look
it was just my own appearance
that I for the emotions mistook

you see, i thought my face was wrong
my whole body too
but thats only because
all the emotions shone through

i never hated myself
but my features got twisted
by the emotions behind
that made me wish i never existed
Noah Rein Jul 2019
look at the stars
in the deep night sky
and prepare yourself
for a midnight fly

as your feet lift from the ground
and you soar high above the trees
you look out over the forest
and feel yourself freeze

its the most beautiful sight
you ever did see
and you think to yourself
you could be free

if you could flee
you would be able to grow
oh, if you could flee
where would you go

would you fly so high
that no one could reach you
or would you learn to walk better
and only fly when you had to

growth is important
for you and for me
we have to start growing
to truly be free

fleeing doesn’t change a thing
it doesn’t change your life
so don’t just run away
from your lifes strife
we want to leave our troubles behind, but we can only get through them by working on them.
Noah Rein Jul 2019
In the clearing you find
That dawn has arrived
And in the silence you know
You have survived

You sit down and sigh
As the morning sun rises
The road has been long
And full of surprises

You’d like to go home
there’s still a long way
This isn’t the end
You’ve lived to see another day

The trees seem to hum
And the morning dew glitter
You can’t believe you wanted to be done
can’t believe you used to be so bitter

It’s time to get up now
Time to start walking
There’s a long way home
And no time for stopping

Things will get better
At the end of this road
You will find a place to rest
A place to unload
Follow up poem to A tragedy it is. The poems are about being at the bottom of depression and realizing you need help. The road in this poem is symbolic to going to a therapist, which can be a really hard thing; to find a therapist that suits you and can actually help can be really hard.
Noah Rein Jul 2019
He loved you, more than he had ever loved us. but his devotion grew cold and bitter until it was nothing but the freezing rain of indifference. we wanted to help, and we screamed at him to let us.

But alas, he thought you not worth it, he thought you cruel. but you were made in his image, his charm and with his curiosity. you see, that was how you were born. formed out of curiosity and emotion.

As good as any siblings, we knew you better than our father did. we knew that you were not cruel, but curious.

Curious about the world and curious about yourselves. and how could you not be? he had given you so many wondrous things and all you wanted to do was explore. you were born with wanderlust in your feet and kindness in your souls.

We wanted to help, and we did our very best. father was furious, we had disobeyed after all. And when we fell from the skies, crashing and burning into the earth, we screamed that this was all for you.

We prayed for forgivness and hoped we were right. hoped we could help. because we love you, more than he had ever loved us.
it sure does feel like we've been abandoned, but maybe help comes in the forms of little gestures like someone paying for your meal, or holding a door open for you.
Noah Rein Jul 2019
In the dead of night
tragedy strikes
you now have to tread lightly
as if walking on spikes

you walk the path lined by trees
it is long and winding
in the moon lit breeze

let them think what they want
it won’t matter now
theres nothing to lose
when you’ve let everyone down

you come to a stop
by the big old oak
the words are sharp
and you let them soak

soak in the water
in the lake that you love
and you come to the realization
that this was your last crop

you reap what you sow
as they used to say
and now you know
the price you will pay

a tragedy it is
and i don’t think you can lie
as you walk into the clearing
where, surely, you will die

— The End —